a colgate moment

a colgate moment

A Poem by Red Rose

A Colgate Moment

 

 

Oh m’god . . . we’re a nation of sheep!

 

We think the same, dress the same,

 

 watch the same propaganda on TV.

 

We vote for the same actors on the political stage

 

and then we even get stuck in the same old places

 

week after week like in the “dental care” isle at Walmart,

 

spending way too much of our off-the-clock time

 

over which flavor of toothpaste to buy.

 

Should I choose the one with the cool-blue mint

 

or the red-hot cinnamon stripes?  What about the one

 

with magic sparkles that make your teeth real white?

 

I could use some.

 

While you’re reading toothpaste boxes,

 

your husband’s in the toilet paper isle, straining, his eyes glazing-over

 

at the choices before him, desperately dizzy

 

as he tries  to recall if you sent him for Charmin

 

or Scott’s, if you wanted the paper to match

 

the guest bath off the dining room or the master

 

in the upstairs bedroom.  Decisions, decisions! 

 

So many choices in the land of the free, the home of the brave!

 

We’ve got so-o-o-o many choices we can’t decide

 

which paste to buy for scrubbing goo off our teeth.

 

We can’t decide what color paper

 

with which to wipe our own asses!

 

And while you trivialize your life’s only hours away,

 

those who wouldn’t do the same

 

work day and night to make you a perfect, consuming,

 

contentedly compliant, virtually lobotomized, and willfully ignorant slave

 

blissfully welcoming in the coming New Age

 

where we all blend into a gene-pool of we-are-the children

 

we are the one.

 

28 july 2008

© 2009 Red Rose


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I'll be completely honest. I only read this because it had Colgate in the title.



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